Chapter 51 Royal Seven Strings

"The emperor is considerate and cares so much about the people around him, which really makes the grass people envy him. The palace owner is kind and blessed!"

Yin Zhaoyu was suddenly blushed when Hua Feiliu said, and he said shyly, "Your Majesty is kind-hearted, which is the blessing of my palace. Playboy's body is injured. Let's go to bed and have a rest first!"

"Well, thank you, emperor, thank you, lord of the palace!" He responded politely, and his feet collapsed on the slope. At this time, the imperial doctors of the imperial hospital rushed over with a sweaty face. The imperial doctor was not good. He didn't sleep all night and is still busy being proclaimed.

He secretly took a look at Jing Li and saw that she looked good. Only then did these imperial doctors feel relieved. Then they went to the bedside to see a beautiful man. There were tents around the collapsed. Hua Feiliu was in the tent, and the imperial doctors were all women. Hua Feiliu was a little shy and turned away.

Jing Li looked at all his reactions in her eyes. She smiled and walked to the front of the bed collapsed. She sat on the bed and did not open the curtain. She just reached out and took out Hua Feiliu's hand from the tent and whispered, "Just through the yarn account vein!"

Although Jing Li's meaning was not clearly stated, the meaning of protection was very strong. Those imperial doctors quickly bowed their heads and said yes. They silently walked on the head of the bed. Hua Feiliu raised the corners of his mouth. Through the gauze tent, he saw Jing Li's white and slender neck and the picturesque and beautiful side. His heart was overjoyed.

"Your Majesty, this... Er, this gentleman is unharmed, and he is in good health without internal injury." The imperial doctor took a good pulse, and several people reported to Jing Li after dripping.

Jing Li was stunned and immediately reacted. He looked at Hua Feiliu through the gauze tent. The two looked at each other and smiled. Jing Li then lifted the corner of the tent open, revealing Hua Feiliu's ** and feet.

In the era of the female master, men's legs and feet can't be seen, which is just feet, so Hua Feiliu is also very embarrassed. Jing Li stood in front of the imperial doctor and said coldly, "Look at this foot injury?"

"Yes!" It turned out to be a foot injury. The doctors wiped the sweat on their foreheads. They thought they had not seen the son's symptoms. Now listening to Jing Li's words, their hearts suddenly relaxed, and several people made another diagnosis.

Finally, the imperial doctors prescribed some medicine for Hua Feiliu to promote blood circulation and stasis. A woman who seemed to be the head of the imperial doctor came forward. She looked at the two people with some ambiguous eyes and mediated the expression on her face and said, "Your Majesty, this gentleman is fine. It's just a little skin injury. He will get better after a few days of rest. It's just a few days. Don't do any "violent" sports!"

Looking at her thieves, Jing Li also knew what she was thinking. He stared at her, waved them to let them leave, turned around, and personally helped Hua Feiliu lie down before saying, "Flower, you can rest assured to have a good rest in this palace. I will match you with two slaves later. "

"Your Majesty, you don't have to worry about the grass people. The grass people can do whatever they want. The emperor must be pale and tired. The grass people send the emperor respectfully. Please go back to rest."

Jing Li smiled and nodded, "The playboy is really understanding. Okay, I'm leaving. Take a rest!"

He turned around and walked out of the door. He whispered a few orders to the little servant standing at the door, and then gradually walked away. After she left, Hua Feiliu struggled to stand up. The pain made his beautiful face a little twisted. He walked to the edge of the window lattice, and the yellow figure had just turned.

The corners of Hua Feiliu's mouth slightly raised, looked at his injured legs and feet, and said in his heart, "Beautiful and touching, gentle and considerate, understanding. How can I leave you alone, Jing Li!"

"Knock!" Two knocks on the door sounded, which shocked Hua Feiliu's thoughts. He turned his face and saw two children, about twelve or three years old, standing at the door. Their faces were red, as if they were running all the way, and the two of them were carrying a guqin in their hands. The piano was very big, the face of the piano was shining, and the strings were shining. I knew it was a good piano.

"My son, can I come in?" The two children whispered a little timidly. Hua Feiliu smiled silently, nodded and walked over and sat down and said, "Come in."

"Sir, this is the emperor's servant who asked the slaves to move over to the prince. This is the congratulatory gift sent by the ambassadors on the birthday of the former emperor last year, called... called..."

"It's a thousand-year-old guqin, called the racle!" The child in blue next to the child in blue despised him and answered.

"The ukule?" Hua Feiliu was stunned. He immediately got up, but he didn't get up a few times. He hurriedly said, "Come on, bring it over and let me have a look."

"Yes!" The two children hurried forward and put the piano on the table. There was no sound at all. Hua Feiliu couldn't help frowning. He reached out and stroked the strings and gently plucked it. The soft voice immediately flowed from his fingertips. The wonderful sound of the piano seemed to be far away, out of reach, and seemed to be very close and lingering around his ears.

"Good piano, it's really a good piano!" Hua Feiliu couldn't put it down and stroked it back and forth. He stared at the guqin without turning his eyes and said without raising his head, "This lyre is a thousand-year-old guqin. Did the emperor ask you to play it for me?"

"Son, my name is Qingyi. His name is Lan Yi. He is the slave given to you by the emperor. The emperor didn't say that he played this piano for you." The child in blue and in blue answered in a low voice. Hua Feiliu's heart sank. It turned out that it was not for him. When Hua Feiliu turned around, he found that the names of these two children were really appropriate, Qingyi? Blue clothes? I can't help laughing.

"Son, the emperor gave you this lyre." Blue Yi thought that it was this piano that Hua Feiliu was laughing at, so he replied in a low voice.

"Give...Give it to me?" Hua Feiliu's heart was stunned again. He saw the two children nodding desperately, and then he smiled. He immediately straightened his body with painstaking efforts, put the piano, and began to play.

Wipe, pick, hook! Hua Feiliu is like a child who has found his beloved toy. He is reluctant to pity and try various tones again and again. Several tones flowed from his hand. Listening to Qingyi and listening to the blue clothes, the piano sound stopped for a long time, and neither of them came to their senses.

"The thousand-year-old lyre that is hard to find, the emperor... actually gave it to me!" Hua Feiliu whispered, and there was a trace of choking in his voice. He kept wiping and touching the piano body, and refused to put down the piano for a long time.

In the East Palace, Jing Li did not sleep with Yin Zhaoyu, but came to the uterus again. This is the place she is most familiar with. Here are the most precious memories of her first time to the world. Generally, when she comes to the uterus is particularly uneasy. This place can make her heart feel at ease. Ning.

"Linglong, has Jing Feng taken back to the palace?" Holding the brush in his hand, Jing Lixian was a little weak.

"I picked it up! Emperor, do you want to see him?

"I won't watch it!" Jing Li said softly, and Linglong was a little disappointed. Who knew that Jing Li said again, "Go and take Jing Feng to my bedroom. The conditions where he lives are always not good. I'm afraid that his body can't stand it."

"Your Majesty, you... are still very worried about Jing Feng, aren't you?" In exchange for Jing Li's cold eyes, she said coldly, "If you let you go, you can go. How can there be so many words?"

"Yes!" Linglong sighed secretly. After Linglong left, Jing Li was stunned. Is she really worried about Jing Feng? She doesn't know. She only knows her current heart. It's so messy.